Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.